Evie loses the match and is stripped naked

It was a super effective attack. Evie watched in horror as the Health Bar of her last Pokémon slowly trickled down until it disappeared completely. The Pokémon fainted… she had lost the match.

“Strip, strip, strip, strip!” The chorus got louder as Evie’s cheeks grew brighter. Placing her thumb over Charizard’s eyes, she meekly slid her panties down her legs to the cheer of the room. There was a trimmed bush of honey hair over her womanhood, Evie was quick to cover it up with her hands.

“So, the drapes do match the curtains.”

“Pay up,” one of the spectators elbowed another, a side bet going behind the main event.

“C-congratulations, Amanda, you win,” Evie said, her eyes downcast and her back bent almost as if she was bowing to her opponent.

“I’m sorry, I think you are missing my title. Care to try again?”

Evie’s mashed her teeth together. Amanda had already defeated her, humiliated her, and she wanted to rub it in even more? “Congratulations Amanda, Pokémon Champion.” As soon as the words left her lips, Evie could feel as if a sword took a plunge straight into her pride. “Now, can you please give me back my clothes?”

“No.”

“NO?!”

“I mean, you wagered your clothes and you lost. That’s how betting works, dummy. They are mine now.”

“B-but, I can’t go back to my room naked!” Evie pleaded, abandoning her fake bravado to start covering up with her hands.

“I mean you can stay here, with us,” Amanda proposed with a grin. It was hard to tell if it was genuine or mocking. Maybe it was her nerves, but Evie noted that her neighbor’s smiles began to look like crocodile grins... and she was the naked, defeated, and defenseless duck in the middle of the dangerous river.

Nope, she could not stay there, her beating heart couldn’t handle it… But could it handle the exposed hallway? The stairs, the open windows on the ground floor on the way to her room? Probably. The dorm should be reasonably empty at this time of day. Evie could reach her room without another soul seeing her. Retreating was the smart move.

“You’d like that won’t you?” Evie said while shuffling towards the door. “Sorry Champion, I think I’ll run to the Poke Center to, err, heal.” Evie opened the door and began sprinting down the hallway. The rest of the room stuck their heads out to see her shapely, little bottom jiggling as she descended the stairs.

“She is such a dork.”

“Too bad. I kind of wanted a rematch,” Amanda mused.

“Say, did anyone tell Evie about the dorm tour for the new freshmen?”

“Oh right, that was today. ”

A shrill, “EEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKK!” echoed from downstairs.

“I think she just found out.”